About 6 years ago, Brad found this funky thing growing in a corner of our backyard. (Did you know that wild cactus grows in the Northeast? Neither did I.) Well, instead of hacking at her with a garden spade (as I would've done) or casually throwing her away, he dug her up gently and gave her a little pot home. He watched her and watered her and even brought her along when we got a new backyard. He brings her inside every winter and has upgraded her living accomodations several times.
Although I have tried to get rid of this thorny sister and although several children have, unfortunately, needed duct tape to remove her tiny spines from tender fingers, my husband is loyal to his prickly princess.
And I think she likes him too.
Just look at the bloom she offered up this spring.
Eighteen years ago, I put my life in the hands of this green-thumbed gardener. He loves me in spite of my prickly days and brings me in from the cold. He sees beauty instead of coarseness and waits patiently for me to bloom.